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”Ashley Cole throws a throw-in... intercepted, a big kick forward, Rooney’s header is saved by Cech and goes out of bounds, from Chelsea’s throw-in to a Manchester United corner kick... in the middle, goal!!! Giggs runs up and sends the ball to the center, Berbatov heads it back, and Vidic dives to score. 2:3, Manchester United is only one goal behind.”

”No wonder Boas can’t help but remind the players on the sidelines, besides Ashley Cole, due to height issues, the rest of Chelsea’s players have excellent heading ability, yet they have allowed two consecutive headers in their own penalty area, this shouldn’t be.”

Boas touches his index finger with his left hand, feeling the coldness of metal, which gradually calms him down.

He instinctively looks up at the stands, not seeing Mourinho’s figure.

Because of Mourinho’s suspension, they had specifically chosen the away game ticket location to find opportunities to communicate.

But now Mourinho is not in his position, making Boas a bit nervous.

Then he thinks of a possibility and sighs in relief.

He might have switched positions to observe Manchester United’s weaknesses, that’s Jose’s character, it’s not surprising if he huddles among the home fans.

Boas shakes his head with a smile, hoping that Jose doesn’t get too excited while watching and clashes with the Manchester United fans.

Boas reminds the players again not to rush, focusing on steady defense.

Playing against a team like Manchester United, even with Huang Kaiwen, he dares not be careless.

Chelsea restarts play, Huntelaar sees Huang Kaiwen moving forward, immediately passes the ball to the left wing.

The ball rolls past Fletcher and finds Huang Kaiwen, who collects it with his right foot, positioning it with an inward turn, the ball bounces off the outside of his foot forward.

Pop—

Immediately, Huang Kaiwen pushes the ball forward and takes off.

The Theatre of Dreams once again sees Park Ji-sung and Fletcher chasing behind Huang Kaiwen.

Their players work hard, but competitive sports are cruel, attitude can’t change the gap in strength.

No matter how Fletcher’s delicate forehead veins throb, or Park Ji-sung’s medium-length hair flows behind, the distance with Huang Kaiwen doesn’t shorten at all, but grows larger instead.

Gary Neville doesn’t dare wait in the box, rushing quickly towards Huang Kaiwen.

While running, Huang Kaiwen nudges the ball left with his foot, accelerating past Neville, turning two pursuing Manchester United players into three.

The Manchester United fans who applauded Huang Kaiwen in the first half start to boo him.

That’s enough.

Are you really going to rub Manchester United into the ground?

Vidic keeps retreating.

As Huang Kaiwen enters the penalty area, Vidic bends over, ready to extend his foot.

Bang—

As Huang Kaiwen shoots, Vidic quickly extends his foot to block, and the ball slowly floats towards the sideline.

After sprinting a length, Huang Kaiwen doesn’t chase the ball, waiting for it to go out of play before picking it up to prepare for the throw-in.

This action worries Ferguson, standing on the sidelines.

”Be careful, don’t crowd the left side, the penalty area is too empty.”

The Scottish accent rings out in English.

Huang Kaiwen turns back and throws the ball to Ashley Cole, who comes up for support, Cole takes no touch, lifting his right foot, his instep bouncing the ball back to Huang Kaiwen.

Gary Neville quickly sticks close.

Crunch,

Huang Kaiwen pushes the ball forward, having an angle immediately crosses with his right foot.

The ball accurately finds Huntelaar in the box, who holds it with his back against Evans.

Huntelaar nudges the ball with his right foot, turns and shoots directly.

Bam—

Such a simple move won’t fool Evans, he extends his left foot successfully blocking the shot.

The ball flies high, and both sides’ players quickly run to the top of the arc prepared to contend.

As the ball falls, it springs a field of jumps before the penalty area.

Whistle—

”It’s a free kick for Chelsea, Ferguson is quite dissatisfied, rushing to the sideline to protest.”

”It’s indeed hard to see clearly this time, both sides’ players were using their hands, five guys jumped up at once, such a scene is not common.”

”Ferguson receives a warning from the fourth official, yet he keeps talking, a free kick for Chelsea is indeed very dangerous, the boos from the Theatre of Dreams grow louder, Huang Kaiwen walks towards the foul spot.”

Van der Sar watches Huang Kaiwen.

Sometimes he thinks about this question too.

Even Cruyff or Van Basten, would struggle to have such an intimidating presence.

Huang Kaiwen casually standing near the sideline or corner flag can already make players from both sides tense up.

Not to mention free kicks.

The veteran Van der Sar clearly feels the sweat pouring off his forehead.

Though he tries to contain his emotions, such matters aren’t something he can just do without thinking.

Bam—

As referee Webb’s whistle falls, Huang Kaiwen runs up, and his foot strikes the side-bottom of the ball, with an obvious flick motion.

The ball immediately flies over the head of the wall, Vidic, curving towards the top left of the goal, Van der Sar jumps the moment he judges it.

Duang,

The ball fiercely hits the outer edge of the crossbar and bounces out of play.

Landing, Van der Sar breaks out in a cold sweat.

Damn!

Misjudged!

His eyes saw correctly, but beyond the curve being larger than he expected, the downward drop was exaggerated too.

Changes in both horizontal and vertical directions, such a shot even for a top-tier keeper like him, stopping it requires luck.